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Rick wandered the place before him, after the spaceship had landed. He had to get back to New Mexico, but since all he knew about the ship was that it headed to Earth, he could very well be anywhere, as he didn't recognize the place he was in. However, he could understand the murmuring surrounding him, with the vast gathering of people here on the landing site, so he hadn't landed in a country with another language at least. The people walked in unison, and Rick followed. Behind him, the spaceship he came from lifted off, and soon, became a dot in the sky.
Everyone started to drift off in different directions, until Rick had to stay without a group to follow. The signs he found on the way were generic enough, "Bathrooms", "Boarding Site", "Luggage", etc. None described where exactly he was. So he wandered. He had time to discover it, and if it didn't lead him anywhere, he could always ask. This place was lively enough that he wouldn't have to worry about not finding anyone.
The city before him was… peculiar. He couldn't tell if he had ever seen this kind of architecture, but he never paid much attention to that. Until now. The buildings appeared to be partially built from metallic sheets of different sizes and shapes. Some had colors, others were plain dark gray, but it gave the buildings a distinctive look he hadn't seen anywhere. As if they were using pieces of giant machines as building blocks. The cars too, while distinctively shaped as such, were of brands and designs Rick had never seen before. They didn't look neither retro nor futuristic, just… like alien cars. He wished he had a camera right now – this place was pretty interesting. Yet he still had no idea where he was.
Walking around the crowded streets, Rick passed through a marketplace of sorts. There were roofed stands selling different kinds of goods, all throughout the entire street. Maybe it was time to ask someone where he was, as well as a way to get to his actual destination.
Looking at the people selling goods, Rick quickly noticed many were not human. Aliens, some robots too. On Earth it was pretty rare to see this amount of diversity, unless one was in a big city. That must make finding a way home easy enough.
There was one seller though that picked Rick's attention. The stand he was guarding was selling food, with square plates of many different dishes neatly aligned, ready to serve. But the seller himself – he had his entire left arm replaced with a robotic one, with cables and pistons reaching a huge part of his torso as well. Was the prosthetic replacing some inner organs as well? Rick couldn't tell, but it looked like it.
Rick approached the cyborg seller.
"Welcome!" the seller said. "May I interest you in some coilure a la pesto? Maybe fried arkshamp? All for just 10 credits!"
The food smelled weird, but it was far from bad. Rick actually wanted to try some of these alien dishes.
"I have 20 dollars," Rick said. "Would that suffice?"
He showed the seller his money.
"Oh, I'm afraid not. We only accept credits or coin here. But what a peculiar kind of money. Where are you from?"
"I'm from Earth. Do you know where are we? My ship left me here, but was supposed to take me there."
"Earth? I have heard of it, but only through rumors. We're on Cevanti. Your planet must be very far away, since barely anyone here knows about it."
So he wasn't on Earth! That explains all the weird things he had noticed so far. Still, there were plenty of humans here, and no one has heard of Earth? That sounded weird.
"I see," Rick said. "However, there was something else I wanted to ask about, if you allow me."
"Of course! Go ahead." The seller said with a big smile, as he mixed some ingredients in a pot he was cooking. He was missing a few teeth, but that didn't detach from his hospitality.
"Your prosthetics… Are they internal too?"
"Oh, about that… They are! Got run over by a wild zoid many years ago, but the doctors of Markov built me straight anew!" His robotic hand started spinning, in a way a real hand couldn't do. "Takes some time to get used to it, but it's fine!"
"Alright. Thank you."
"You're welcome! And don't forget to come back here to try these delicacies once you get some money! I'll be waiting, every day from 10AM to 5PM!"
"Sure, thank you. Goodbye."
So, the doctors of this planet could rebuild half a person with robotic prosthetics. That was admirable.
Maybe they could treat Rick too.
He had to try. He was already here, he had the time. There was no reason he couldn't at least ask about it, even if he had no money to pay for it. But if they could treat him, then getting a job to pay for it for the time being would be trivial. He had already made peace with never racing again, but if he had the opportunity to go back to it? He would take it in a heartbeat.
Everyone started to drift off in different directions, until Rick had to stay without a group to follow. The signs he found on the way were generic enough, "Bathrooms", "Boarding Site", "Luggage", etc. None described where exactly he was. So he wandered. He had time to discover it, and if it didn't lead him anywhere, he could always ask. This place was lively enough that he wouldn't have to worry about not finding anyone.
The city before him was… peculiar. He couldn't tell if he had ever seen this kind of architecture, but he never paid much attention to that. Until now. The buildings appeared to be partially built from metallic sheets of different sizes and shapes. Some had colors, others were plain dark gray, but it gave the buildings a distinctive look he hadn't seen anywhere. As if they were using pieces of giant machines as building blocks. The cars too, while distinctively shaped as such, were of brands and designs Rick had never seen before. They didn't look neither retro nor futuristic, just… like alien cars. He wished he had a camera right now – this place was pretty interesting. Yet he still had no idea where he was.
Walking around the crowded streets, Rick passed through a marketplace of sorts. There were roofed stands selling different kinds of goods, all throughout the entire street. Maybe it was time to ask someone where he was, as well as a way to get to his actual destination.
Looking at the people selling goods, Rick quickly noticed many were not human. Aliens, some robots too. On Earth it was pretty rare to see this amount of diversity, unless one was in a big city. That must make finding a way home easy enough.
There was one seller though that picked Rick's attention. The stand he was guarding was selling food, with square plates of many different dishes neatly aligned, ready to serve. But the seller himself – he had his entire left arm replaced with a robotic one, with cables and pistons reaching a huge part of his torso as well. Was the prosthetic replacing some inner organs as well? Rick couldn't tell, but it looked like it.
Rick approached the cyborg seller.
"Welcome!" the seller said. "May I interest you in some coilure a la pesto? Maybe fried arkshamp? All for just 10 credits!"
The food smelled weird, but it was far from bad. Rick actually wanted to try some of these alien dishes.
"I have 20 dollars," Rick said. "Would that suffice?"
He showed the seller his money.
"Oh, I'm afraid not. We only accept credits or coin here. But what a peculiar kind of money. Where are you from?"
"I'm from Earth. Do you know where are we? My ship left me here, but was supposed to take me there."
"Earth? I have heard of it, but only through rumors. We're on Cevanti. Your planet must be very far away, since barely anyone here knows about it."
So he wasn't on Earth! That explains all the weird things he had noticed so far. Still, there were plenty of humans here, and no one has heard of Earth? That sounded weird.
"I see," Rick said. "However, there was something else I wanted to ask about, if you allow me."
"Of course! Go ahead." The seller said with a big smile, as he mixed some ingredients in a pot he was cooking. He was missing a few teeth, but that didn't detach from his hospitality.
"Your prosthetics… Are they internal too?"
"Oh, about that… They are! Got run over by a wild zoid many years ago, but the doctors of Markov built me straight anew!" His robotic hand started spinning, in a way a real hand couldn't do. "Takes some time to get used to it, but it's fine!"
"Alright. Thank you."
"You're welcome! And don't forget to come back here to try these delicacies once you get some money! I'll be waiting, every day from 10AM to 5PM!"
"Sure, thank you. Goodbye."
So, the doctors of this planet could rebuild half a person with robotic prosthetics. That was admirable.
Maybe they could treat Rick too.
He had to try. He was already here, he had the time. There was no reason he couldn't at least ask about it, even if he had no money to pay for it. But if they could treat him, then getting a job to pay for it for the time being would be trivial. He had already made peace with never racing again, but if he had the opportunity to go back to it? He would take it in a heartbeat.